Casablanca

Babe, I'll call you mine Under the Casablanca lights, you look my type Is it the vino or the Morocco boy vibe? What you got, it's got me I, oh I, oh I In the heat, a midsummer twist Too many hearts in the thick of it Broke one, two, three, are you sick of it? Are you sick of it? I am sick of it Let's get this right on another try Full swing the rest of the summer nights Hands roamin' free, I close my eyes 'Til I see the light, I see the light, oh Babe, I'll call you mine Under the Casablanca lights, you look my type (you look my type) Is it the vino or the Morocco boy vibe? What you got, it's got me I (it's got me) Oh I (it's got me), oh I (it's got me) Call you mine Under the Casablanca lights Baby, let me call you mine What you got, it's got me I, oh I, oh I I wipe the night from off my eyes If I'm the moon, you are the tide You push and pull from how I shine You see me shine, you see me shine Around and up, up, up we go (ah-ha) Cheers, three-six-five, to that I toast If not, we'll see, that's how it goes That's how it goes, but if we don't, then (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Babe, I'll call you mine Under the Casablanca lights, you look my type (yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Is it the vino or the Morocco boy vibe? What you got, it's got me I, oh I, oh I (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah) Call you mine Under the Casablanca lights Baby, let me call you mine What you got, it's got me I, oh I, oh I (Oh I-I-I-I) Babe, I'll call you mine Under the Casablanca lights, you look my type Is it the vino or the Morocco boy vibe? What you got, it's got me I, oh I, oh I